So They Say

The flowers are sweet. Even
in the dark their scent
is color. To grow in light
is to wait in darkness. The sea

rolls in carefree as new love,
pulled back by the strength
of its own gravity, reluctant as
a thief. A stranger knocks

on every door; his life is sweet
and sour. We watch him turn away
to sleep beneath the bridge's spine,
alone and tired. So like life

the fool adores his rubble, rain
rushes towards its earth. Night
and Day dream of possessing each
the other- so they say.

1 comment:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

The sentiments may be dark but your use of language fills me with light.